An Epitaph To A Broken Heart.

Take heed a tortured heart to heal
Scarred and bruised like orange peel
Worn, now empty cast aside
Like so much flotsam on the tide

It beats a lonely tune for one
Devoid of feeling, cold and numb
Its melody, now a requiem
That rides the wind of distant fen

Empty cold its essence gone
No spark or magic to keep it strong
Battered by the tears of time
No longer hers and barely mine

Deprived of hope, its plea's unheard
Its grief unshared, a wounded bird
Turned inside out, and torn apart
An epitaph to a broken heart.

by Graham Jones

Comments (6)

Pain hurts, doesen't it?
Graham - How well I understand, and how well you put it into words......Love it! Linda
beautiful poem, .. keep up the good work. x
Another lovely flowing poem, a lovely read as well. I loved it very much. Love Ernestine XXX Just thought I would mention that 'epitath' needs to be corrected to 'epitaph'. You can eidt it on the edit your poems page. Hope you don't mind me mentioning this. Love E.
I liked this very much Graham....I think you've described this feeling that most of us have experienced beautifully. Sincerely, Mary
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